Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Nico,
Darondo,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.